Green Fingers
Such journeys as we had were something
really something else the zip of trees
in the train’s panorama
our lunches packed with sandwiches and gin
as we rushed to plant a weed
at the top of a hill
the unreal amber houses stretching out
the lights of the lives of those
with musical parents
the endless talented wretches
with bohemians in the family
o how we hated them.
Jody Porter is poetry editor of the Morning Star . His poetry has appeared in Magma, South Bank Poetry, Best British Poetry 2013 and elsewhere. Originally from Essex he now lives in Stoke Newington, London. This is his blog Twitter: https://twitter.com/jodyporter_